Yesterday there was a new dress sitting on the chair in the parlor. It was pink! Pink is a color Felicity never wore
because of her lovely red hair. Some say redheads must not wear pink and that tends to be the way it goes, whether it is
true or not.
But, wait! Underneath the pink dress was another one. This one was more Felicity's style: white with stripes of peach
with green and blue flowers. Those colors would be the ones her mother would choose when making Felcitiy a dress.
Since patience was not one of Felicity's strongest characteristics, she had to ask her mother about the dresses. "I wanted
to wait until tomorrow to tell you the surprise," mother responded to the question. "The pink dress is for another little
girl about your size and she is coming here tomorrow," she explained calmly.
"What other little girl? How long will she stay? Is she my age? Is she nice? Does she like horses?" Felicity could
not stop her breathless queries!
"Well, I guess all that will be explained tomorrow," said mother. "And in the meantime you might want to try on your new
dress," she added, handing the striped dress to Felicity.
to be continued...
